I don’t depend on the failures of others
To make windows
For me to go back home to
I don’t need an Armageddon to get this right
I was born with a colicky soul
Pressed against the mirror from inside this two way dream
Come home and take the me away from me
The part I keep getting held down by
I was hoping to get this right
But this me is just here
No one to hold me
And I can’t take care of anyone while they sleep
And I can’t sleep alone anymore.
So here is me
Sick of caring
Just me home but just partially
So this new endeavor
Leaves me here
Alone in a bed that isn’t mine to be in
Not this way
Not when I’d rather be so many other days away
I am cold.
